Fluttering Voids
My hands are shaking, not so much trembling.
I don't believe I have anything to tremble for, as of this moment.
They beat back and forth in a schizoid pattern,
Placed in a spacious space in time.
Copyright © Amanda Governale | Year Posted 2012
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